Iris Dickinson (Formerly Iris Phillips McConnell) (telekeneticspaz) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-11-12 19:48:00 |
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Making Friends
Who: Iris and Gwen
Where: Iris and Jeremy's House
When: Wednesday Night, Nov. 11
Standing at the door of the house where Iris and Jeremy lived, Gwen was dressed, for once, rather conservatively. She had on low-rise baggy jeans, a long-sleeved Pearl Jam shirt, and sneakers, her long dirty-blonde hair pulled into a loose pony. Nervously, she knocked on the door. After everything that had gone on lately... she felt she needed to talk to Iris. Now.
Iris walked over and answered the door. She was actually alone for once. Jeremy was out doing some training with Catherine, and not wanting to destroy the furniture here again, they were using the basement at the coffee shop. When she saw Gwen on the other side, she looked a little surprised. "Hey, everything OK?"
"Yeah. Well, as much as possible, I guess. I just... I wanted to talk to you. Mind if I come in?" She wondered if she looked as awkward as she felt. Last she had seen Iris... well, she was technically sleeping with her husband. What goes around huh?
Oddly, something similar had crossed Iris's mind, but not in that fashion. She stepped aside so that Gwen could walk inside. She held so much more against Skylar than Gwen for that. Of course, that might be a 'Gwen wiped everyone from their minds so she could be a Time Lord' thing, but it had stuck when she came back, so she felt not. Pat saw Patience in Gwen, which was something that, while she didn't like, she could understand. "What can I do for you?" she asked, closing the door behind her.
"I.... fuck, I'm shitty at this. I wanted to thank you. For... for sticking up for me." Gwen walked in, looking like a young child that just got busted doing something wrong. "I know you mostly did it to stand by Patience, but it still felt good. And I wanted to say... I'm sorry."
"I admit, it didn't hurt that I really can't stand your ex," she admitted. "Looks like we got the worst thing in common now, don't we?" She sighed. "I at least understood what Pat saw in you. Even I realized at some point that I could never be her." She was referring to Patience, obviously. "Of course, I can't hold against her what I could never be. I think he saw you as, well, an extension of her?" She shook her head. "I'm babbling. I've been thinking a lot about this lately. Do you want something to drink? Coke, scotch? Both?"
"Both, please." Gwen said with a resigned sigh. "Believe me. I know what I was. Pat truly wanted Skylar, but me? I was... just some way of hanging on to part of Patience. It was just... it felt better than not having him at all. But what I'm saying is... now that I'm on the other end of the cheating stick... I know how you must have felt. And I'm truly, truly sorry."
"All's forgiven," Iris told her. She went into the kitchen to make them both a drink that consisted of more scotch than soda. If Gwen was drinking here with her, then it was OK, at least in Iris's mind. "I never really held the same grudge against you that I did Skylar. Not sure why."
"Because she's a skanky bitch?" Gwen added helpfully, trying to hide the hurt that was still there. "I guess I'm hoping maybe we can be friends. Maybe SOMETHING good can come out of all this shit."
"I'd like that," Iris said, handing Gwen a glass. "And she is, but that's my humble opinion." She smirked a tad. "I don't just want to be your friend because Skylar's your ex now. I actually think you're a nice person that, well, got shit on, to be blunt." She grinned, thinking of what she heard that Gwen did to Skylar's carpet. "Did you really leave Skylar that 'present' I've heard so much about?"
"Yeah... about that. Not my classiest moment, even compared to other things I've done. But hey. She shit on my heart, so I shit on her carpet. Fair's fair." She just shrugged,like that would explain everything. "Karma's a bitch, and I know eventually something will happen to make her regret how cruel she was at the end."
Iris took a sip of her drink. "What goes around comes around. My grandmother used to say that a lot." She smiled. "Even with that, you came out of it smelling like a rose." The joke of that was not lost on her, considering the carpet incident. "Not much comfort, but now a lot more people agree with me that Skylar was sent to earth by Satan to take men and step on hearts."
"Yeah. GREAT fucking lesbian SHE turned out to be. At least I never made any secret of liking the tubesteak." Gwen snorted, feeling good to be able to be catty and bitter around someone.
"Yeah, I never bought that. Always thought it was a ploy to attract guys," Iris muttered. Oh, she had thought LONG and HARD on Skylar while she was a ghost. It wasn't like she could do anything else, after all.
"Looks like you were right." With a wry grin, Gwen looked at Iris and tried not to laugh. "I briefly thought of trying to seduce Lydia, you know. Just to piss her off. But then I thought better of it."
"Well, shows how mature you can be that you didn't," Iris said. "Never works to sink down to the other's level. Remember, when I went out drinking too much, I got turned into a vamp snack and left on your doorstep. Don't let grief get to your head, OK?" That was actually something serious from her.
"Yeah, I know. Thanks. And for the record.... Lyds has been around more than ME. So... no thanks." Laughing, knowing she was being hurtful but not saying it to anyone who would care or repeat it, felt good.
"Must run in the family then," Iris cracked. It was actually nice to be able to vent her own old frustrations to someone as well. Iris did have a lot pent up aggression at Skylar in her as well.
"Patience was better in bed anyway." She said bitterly. She honestly thought Skylar was every bit as good as her best friend... but she'd never admit it right now.
Iris laughed. "Something I wouldn't know about," she admitted. "Never really went there, as far as girls were concerned.
"Oh, sweetie, you are SO missin' out." Again, because she was so damned classy, "If yer man won't mind, I'll take you for a whirl right now if ya want."
Iris giggled and blushed. "I'm a one person woman, personally," she admitted. "If I weren't with someone, then maybe, but, honestly, I wouldn't wish what I felt on my worst enemy."
"Well, if ya ever change your mind, or just wanna make a hot video to surprise your man with for a special occasion, gimme a holler." Hey, Gwen never made it a secret when she was attracted to someone. NEVER.
"I'll keep that in mind," Iris said to her. It wasn't that Gwen was unattractive, but Iris just didn't swing that way.
"So... mind if I hang with you and PK sometime? We can be like the muthafuckin' Three Musketeers or something. Only with vaginas." Hey, it made sense to Gwen, anyway. "And dammit. I keep forgetting she's not really PK anymore."
"She's still PK," Iris pointed out. "It's just her middle name now, technically. That's what I did, anyway. Then I had to change the damn thing completely due to the whole 'dying' thing." She took a drink. "Wanna know something that sucks about dying and coming back? Your credit cards no longer work. Apparently VISA doesn't have a 'coming back from the dead' clause." She snorted. "I'd love to hang out with you, more."
"Awesome. Cuz really all I have is Patience and my friends Andrew, Faith, and Marlowe... but Andrew and Faith got their own issues right now, and Marlowe's been hangin' with my man Ash a lot lately."
"Well, I'm always around. I've only recently gotten over being afraid of going outside, but that doesn't mean that I still like it." Sad, but true. Iris, among other fears she had developed, was now afraid of large crowds, open areas, and, well, lots of other stuff. Probably needed to see a shrink.
"Hell, no big. I'll borrow some board games from Meredith. She's got like, TONS of them. We can sit around, have some girl talk, and watch you get all blushy when you spill and tell us how a guy like Jeremy manages to keep a wild child like you in check." And it was allll said with that innocent grin.
She laughed. "You'd be amazed how *not* innocent Jeremy is when we're alone," she joked. "We can play Monopoly where you have to take shots instead of paying rent. It's what we did in college far too late at night."
"Come on now..." Gwen scoffed good-naturedly. "You haven't lived until you play Strip Twister. But again... sigh... one married and one straight. No-fun-havin' bitches..."
"Only if Jeremy gets to be there, too," she pointed out. It was a joke, well, mostly, anyway. If she were already drinking and he was there, who knew?
"That could a recipe for disaster if the boys play though." Gwen pointed out. "Imagine if Jeremy's junk touched Patience? Pat would freak. Or if Pat's junk accidentally poked someone's eye out? ACROSS THE STREET? Or worse yet... if they 'crossed the streams', as they'd say in Ghostbusters? They'd freak out and not talk to anyone for three weeks."
"God, they probably would flip out, wouldn't they?" Iris asked. "Three friends who've all been with the same guy. How weird is that?"
"Oh geez. Never really thought about that part." Gwen snorted and sat back a little. "Hey, at least we know now how to easily get Jeremy out during a game of "Never Have I Ever", right?" She tried SO hard to keep a straight face there.
Iris laughed again. "Probably something that he tries not to think about, honestly," she said to her friend. "It nearly fried his brain the first time he met Pat."
"All joking aside, the fact that he knows what he knows and is able to hang with them? Shows how much he loves you AND how good of a person he is." Gwen couldn't help but sigh there, wondering if SHE'D ever find that one person.
Iris nodded. "He is a really good guy, and we both love each other. Guess I finally lucked out with that." It felt like it had taken long enough.
"Funny... I really thought I had... guess things aren't always as they seem." Regardless, she was happy for Iris. God knew the girl had been through enough. "At least you and Patience are finally happy."
"It'll happen for you someday, Gwen. I know that seems sort of like bull right now, but it will," Iris told her.
"Maybe, maybe not. We'll see, I guess." Gwen said with a doubtful shrug, forcing a smile.